Behind the Curtain of bell delfin: Sensual Secrets

Dark theater, single seat, bell delfin on the screen and between her legs. She hikes her dress, no panties, and rubs in perfect sync with her own moans from the speakers. “Listen to bell delfin come,” she whispers, circling faster. The surround sound fills with wet noises and breathless “bell delfin, bell delfin, bell delfin” until she squirts all over the velvet seat in a private symphony of “bell delfin”.